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Monthly Archives: March 2011
At clinical on a psych unit this week, a very happy bipolar writer — a beautiful woman — was singing into the payphone, ‘I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free’…
That image has stuck with me the last few days. Somehow it’s deep and wild, disturbing and awesome.
stillness
The stillness
in stillness
is not
the real stillness.
Only when
there is stillness
in movement
can the spiritual rhythm
appear which pervades
heaven and earth.
– Ts’ai-ken T’an
“Ravished! How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene, and dead ideas become obsessions.”
“The life within life, the sheer warm, potent loveliness….. What a mystery!”
— D.H. Lawrence
Posted in D.H. Lawrence, Marc Chagall